Disclaimer: Yes! I finally own Doctor Who . . . yeah, I don't believe it, either.

It had occured to him that it wasn't simply an alternate Earth; it was an alternate universe.

An alternate galaxy.

So, he reasoned, why just explore Earth? Why not all the rest of it?

So he did.

He was currently on a planet called Thuainersterhàgen. Bit of a mouthful, but then, what planet wasn't?

Anyway, he was there because the Thuainians cooked a marvelous dish called Feelee. He was currently eating a bit of the colorful food as he walked down the street.

"And they wear lemurs on their heads, can you believe that? Lemurs! And then there's the¾oof!"

The Master stumbled back from the oaf he'd just bumped into, his delicious meal strewn all across the ground. "What hell? Do you know how much that cost?" He glared. "Do you? Well, I'll tell you! It was absolutely free. But I still demand recompense for being crashed into by such an ungraceful brute!"

The man gaped at him. "Wha-"

The Master crossed his arms over his chest, still glaring.

The Doctor swallowed and finally managed to whisper, "Master?"

"Well, Theta? What do you have to say for yourself?" he demanded, uncrossing his arms to place his hands on his hips.

"Uh, Doctor? Why did he call you that?" A female voice with a Scottish accent spoke up.

The Master peered around the Doctor to see a beautiful woman with red hair. "Well, if it isn't little Amelia Pond. The Girl Who Waited because a clumsy oaf couldn't drive."

"How-how are you here?" the Doctor managed.

His brows furrowed. "What? How else am I here? By TARDIS, of course. What's wrong with you, Theta? You look like you've seen a ghost."

The Doctor shook his head. "You can't be here. You're dead."

"Oh. Bad choice of words, then."

"Doctor," a male voice interjected, "who is he?"

"The Roman," drawled the Master. "Hello, Rorykins."

"How do you know us?" Amy asked quietly. "Doctor, how does he know us?"

"Know you? Why, we're practically family back where I come from. Minus the irritating blood relation and the Hallmark cards on holidays."

"And where do you come from?"

"Elementary, my dear Doctor. I'm from an alternate world. I'm an alternate Master." He spread his arms wide and smiled. "A whole new me. For you, not for me. I'm an old acquaintance of mine."

The Doctor's eyes narrowed. "You can't be. There can only be one individual Time Lord anywhere, at any time."

"What? And leave all those other worlds without any Gallifreyans?" the Master scoffed. "Do be smart, Doctor. This one wouldn't even be here without us around to save it, especially from all those aliens that want to either enslave or destroy it." Though not many tried to, anymore. It was a level 10 planet. Untouchable by anyone. Protected by the Oncoming Storm and the Overmaster, the Sinistre Maelstrom. The Warpage and the Warpath. In other words, two very, very touchy Time Lords.

On the whole, it did put some off.